I was in the passenger’s seat of the car, acknowledging to my boyfriend that I had made a pen pal with an inmate in the past and he asked me if I had fallen in love with the dude. I said no, and for the question he was asking it was absolutely true, I fellContinue reading “Poetry Series – Mr.RedLight”
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Poetry Series – No Competition
In the car on the way home from the zoo, I was talking to my son about the importance of following dreams and not letting fear of what people might think to hold us back from them. When he asked me what I wanted to be at his age, eight, I blanked. I don’t rememberContinue reading “Poetry Series – No Competition”
Poetry Series – Don’t Tell
A child should never have to carry the burden of secrets. The words “don’t tell” from an adult to a child indicate an issue, short of a surprise party but in that case, you should know better than to tell them anyways. Even as an adult, especially a young one, the words don’t tell fromContinue reading “Poetry Series – Don’t Tell”
Poetry Series – Inconsistent
I don’t believe that everyone is entitled to the information and details of our lives. In fact, I don’t think anyone is entitled to it but that it is our job to voice, honestly, when a question crosses our boundaries rather than lying our way through it. I spent two hours in the dining roomContinue reading “Poetry Series – Inconsistent”
Poetry Series – Goosebumps
I don’t think most of us realize how magical our bodies really are. They act as indicators of truth, detectors of intentions. We live in a society that teaches us to be so hard on our bodies, tells us that they’re never good enough, and so we never give them the respect or attention theyContinue reading “Poetry Series – Goosebumps”
Poetry Series – Tell Me Your Signs
My emotional intensity sometimes leaves growth and facing my fears feels like fighting literal demons. From the outside looking in, if I were transparent in those moments, I’m sure I’d look like I’m losing my mind. In those moments, I feel like I am just a little bit. I also believe, though, that I requireContinue reading “Poetry Series – Tell Me Your Signs”
Driving
“Women are bad drivers. I hate to say it, sounds sexist, but they are.” We teach our children from a very early age to look to the outside to figure out what to do. Sure, we can say this is how learning happens. You have to pick things up from somewhere, right? Not everything needsContinue reading “Driving”
The Way it Looked to Me – Part 5
In a parenting book, I read that it’s important to be patient with children as they’re having meltdowns because they have very big emotions inside of their very little bodies so of course, it’s going to look like a bit of a mess as they bubble to the surface. Sometimes my emotions feel too bigContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part 5”
The Way it Looked to Me – Part Four
I often find myself telling my hardest moments as if they were stories. If I fill in enough of the details, if I paint a vivid enough picture that I can make you actually think you were there – maybe I can paint myself out of it too, disown the thoughts involved. Does it stillContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part Four”
The Way it Looked to Me – Part Three
Not all of my most impactful, most vivid moments have been bright and shining. I love, love so it primarily becomes my focus, but what love story comes without obstacles to overcome? Those moments where shit hits the fan and everything falls apart are equally as important to the success of a story as theContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part Three”
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